I told the truth when I said I have never been arrested. I have never been handcuffed or fingerprinted. I have never appeared in court as a defendant.
If you have somebody who can just do everything easily, then it's kind of boring. If you're handcuffed to a chair and you've got to fight while your handcuffed, or something like that, it just adds a cool element.
While I was in jail, they handcuffed me and took me to a backroom, where a detective from the FBI and a Secret Service agent were, and they interrogated me for about three or four hours.
Andrea Harrison: Milton?
Milton Mamet: [Very Weak] You know, when the tools dropped? I left some pliers on the floor behind you... if you can drag... if you can drag your right foot back, you can... you can get them.
[She turns around and sees the pliers behind the chair she is handcuffed to; She begins using her right foot to drag the pliers out from under the
chair]
Andrea Harrison: I'm gonna get us out of her and you're gonna be okay.
Milton Mamet: [Still very weak] When you get free, you are going to find something very sharp and you are going to stab me in the head.
[Andrea turns around to face Milton]
Milton Mamet: That is what you are going to do. Keep trying.
[She continues to use her right foot
to reach for the pliers]
One-armed Union soldier: [Wallace and Tuco are at the train station, handcuffed together] Hey, corporal, afraid he'll get lost? Where's the Rebel going?
Cpl. Wallace: To Hell, with a rope around his neck and a price on his head.
Tuco: Yeah... three thousand dollars, friend. That's a lot of money for a head.
[He flips the soldier's empty
sleeve]
Tuco: I bet they didn't even pay you a penny for your arm.
[a chambermaid enters Irene Adler's room and screams when she sees Holmes, handcuffed naked to the bed with a pillow covering his groin]
Sherlock Holmes: Madam, I need you to remain calm. And trust me, I'm a professional. Beneath this pillow, lies the key to my release.
[the Maid screams again and runs out; cut to later in a carriage]
Sherlock
Holmes: Of course, she mis-interpreted my intention entirely.
Constable Clark: Naturally, sir.
[to a handcuffed Domingo]
Jenko: You have the right to...
[forgets the Miranda rights]
Jenko: ... suck my dick, motherfucker!
[a mid-credits scene: Eddie arrives at a prison to interview the serial murderer Cletus Kasady. Kasady, handcuffed and held at a small pen, turns his head and smiles at Eddie]
Cletus Kasady: Hi, Eddie.
Eddie Brock: Hey.
Cletus Kasady: Do you mind if we forego the whole creepy serial killer thing?
Eddie
Brock: Sure, it's good with me.
Cletus Kasady: I mean, I can turn it on if you want. I can talk about the Dadaist patterns of arterial spray.
Eddie Brock: I bet you can.
Cletus Kasady: Tough to see you in this light, Eddie. Come on over.
[Eddie approaches]
Eddie Brock: All right. I'm
here.
Cletus Kasady: When I get out of here, and I will...
[Kasady takes deep breath]
Cletus Kasady: ...there's gonna be carnage.
[Kasady smiles nastily]
Doyle: Really big sunglasses.
Park Policeman: Bike horn.
Doyle: Small mouth bass
Park Policeman: Bowling Pin
Doyle: [Yells in pain] Mouse Trap.
Park Policeman: Rubber Chicken.
Mask: A little to the left... that's it.
Doyle: [squeezes a stress releaver toy a few times] mmmm, I don't know. Funny eyeball glasses?
Mask: I've never seen those before in my life.
Park Policeman: Bazooka?
Mask: I have a permit for that.
Doyle: [going through The Mask's pocket] Picture of Kellaway's wife.
Lieutenant Mitch Kellaway: What?
Mask: Uh-oh.
Lieutenant Mitch Kellaway: Margaret!
Mask: Geez I thought you would have a sense of humor. After all - you married her!
[slaps both Kellaway and Doyle in the face repeatedly]
Mask: That's gotta hurt.
Lieutenant Mitch
Kellaway: Get'em!
[looks down to see his and Doyles wristes are handcuffed to eachother]
Lieutenant Mitch Kellaway: Doyle!